Chapter 144 The 144th Day of Not Running Away The First Day of Not Running Away...

Chapter 144 The 144th Day of Not Running Away The First Day of Not Running Away...

Song Ke's face darkened. "They kept bragging at school all day, talking about foreign exchange certificates, a few hundred yuan. I don't know how they even got selected!"

His father, Song Shiming, said, "Foreign exchange certificates? How much were they again?!"

Song Ke plopped down, "That's quite a lot, over six hundred, damn it!"

"Six hundred is quite a lot!" Song Ke's mother, Zhao Hongzao, quickly put down her tea and sat down next to him. "These six hundred foreign exchange certificates are worth more than seven hundred yuan. With this much salary a month, we can afford to eat out every day."

Song Shiming nodded excitedly: "Yes, your mother and I only make a little over four hundred a month together. Son, why don't you try to ask that Peng guy if he can help you get in? If you can get a job there, you can earn more in a year than some people do in several years."

Song Ke was displeased and slammed his hand on the table: "Dad, is that even human language? If I go to Sun Peng, I'll have to beg him. Besides, I'm just wondering, I'm smarter than them, I knew to go downstairs and ask others for the answers, but none of them said they could answer them very well. How come they were chosen, but I couldn't? That female boss, what's her name, Wen Chan? Maybe she has something wrong with her head!"

Song Ke cursed and swore, using the most offensive language imaginable.

Outside the door, Mr. Zhou and his wife were preparing dinner when they heard the foul language coming from inside their house, and they couldn't bear to listen anymore.

Grandpa Zhou wanted to say something loud, but his wife tugged at his sleeve and gave him a look.

His wife pouted, cooking noodles, and said in a low voice, "Why are you criticizing them? They don't appreciate it anyway, and they might even scold you later. Mind your own business, go back to your room and eat our food."

Grandpa Zhou wanted to say that the young man should also be polite, otherwise he would embarrass the whole compound when he went out, but when he thought of the Song family's style, he swallowed his words.

"Hearing the cicadas, which one hears, and which cicada?"

Song Shiming suddenly interrupted Song Ke and asked.

Song Ke pulled a business card out of his bag and handed it to Song Shiming. "This is the name. The boss looks quite young. I wonder where he got his money. He's working in a room at the Beijing Hotel. I heard that room costs several hundred yuan a day."

He paused here, then said, "I must say, that boss is exceptionally beautiful. I reckon she's probably some kind of mistress or concubine, otherwise where would she get the money?"

Song Shiming looked at the business card. The workmanship of the business card was extraordinary. The phone number, company address, and name were written on the plain white card.

Song Shiming felt the name was somewhat familiar, but he didn't think much of it. After looking at the business card, he said to Song Ke, "Okay, Dad will accompany you to their company the day after tomorrow. I am, after all, the director of the factory. Even foreign companies have to consider personal relationships and connections. I'll also meet the boss and see what kind of person he is."

Wen Chan has only recently begun to feel the relief of having someone under her command.

The presidential suite upstairs has also been prepared. I've gathered about ten people for myself. Although it's not a large number, for now, I'd rather have fewer people than hire the wrong ones.

She also found an accountant named Sister Liu. Sister Liu had been in this industry for over ten years and was doing very well before, but she suddenly resigned recently. When she heard that Wenchan was hiring, she came to recommend herself.

Although she wasn't highly educated, Wen Chan had seen the accounts she kept and knew them very well. More importantly, Sister Liu was knowledgeable about domestic policies and tax matters.

At noon, she checked the time and said to everyone, "I'll treat everyone to lunch today, consider it a team-building activity. Big sister, what are some good places to eat around here?"

Although Sister Liu is not young, over forty, she has a very youthful mindset. As she packed her things, she stood up and said with a smile, "There are plenty of places to eat around here. If you don't mind taking a long time, let's go eat Cantonese food. The steamed seafood is especially fresh. If you want Japanese food, there's a newly opened one with very fresh ingredients. And for hot pot, there's lamb hot pot..."

Sister Liu has another advantage: she's a walking encyclopedia in Beijing. She knows about new stores before anyone else.

He Lan and the others all showed excited expressions.

Wen Chan wasn't picky about food. She looked at everyone and said, "What do you want to eat? It's cold today, how about hot pot? Let's take a few taxis and go together."

“Okay, I’m the first to agree!” Zhang Yan raised his hand and said, “There’s a Hui hot pot restaurant nearby, and the lamb is especially tender.”

There are many young people, so they are relatively less restrained.

Everyone chatted and laughed as they went downstairs. The hotel had already arranged a car for them, so they could get there as soon as they came downstairs.

Song Ke and his son squatted not far away for a long time, waiting for Wen Chan to appear. They came to the Beijing Hotel today, thinking they could just walk in, but who knew that after the hotel learned that they had no reservation and were not guests of the hotel, they were directly refused.

Song Shiming still wanted to bring up his leadership status, but the Beijing Hotel was a place where leaders were not in short supply. He had seen all kinds of leaders, from ministerial to departmental. Song Shiming was just a small factory leader, so his status as a relative of the foreman was more important here.

"Dad, it's the woman in the white suit sitting in the back of that car in front of us!"

Song Ke chased after the car for a few steps, but it had already driven away. He was furious and ran out of breath.

Song Shiming remained silent for a long time.

Song Ke turned around in surprise, only to see his father staring intently in the direction the car had gone. "Wen Chan, Wen Chan, how could it be her?"

Wen Chan felt something was off these past few days; it was as if someone was watching her whenever she went out.

When she picked up Jiang Zihan at the airport, she looked around as they exited the airport.

Jiang Zihan asked curiously, "Sister Wen, what are you looking at?"

Wen Chan shook her head: "It's nothing, I just felt like someone was watching me."

Jiang Zihan got into the back seat of the car and said with a smile, "You're beautiful and dressed so fashionably, of course people will be looking at you."

The fat man, sitting in the driver's seat with his hands on the steering wheel, heard this and teased, "Well done, Xiao Jiang. You've gotten quite the smooth talker since you came back from your trip home."

Jiang Zihan rolled her eyes at the fat man, greeted Xiao Pan in the passenger seat next to her, and then took out a folder to show Wen Chan.

She knew Wen Chan had a lot on her plate, and if she didn't take advantage of this moment to report, she would have to find another time: "Sister, the house is almost finished, and the appliances have been arranged. Three large apartments have already been rented out to foreigners, and the rent for each apartment is about six hundred."

Wen Chan opened the document and listened to her report as he read it.

Upon hearing "six hundred," he raised an eyebrow and looked up at Jiang Zihan: "Six hundred, how did you negotiate with the tenant?"

The fat man added, "Yes, six hundred is no small sum. How could foreigners be willing to spend that much money?"

Jiang Zihan scratched his head. "It was just a coincidence. They're building a subway over there soon, so I told those foreigners that we Chinese are efficient and the subway will be open soon, maybe even next year. Prices in Shanghai change very quickly, so the rent might not be the same next year. If we sign the contract now, I can guarantee them that the rent won't change for three years."

She sounded a little uneasy as she said this, "Sister Wen, did I take it upon myself to make this decision? Did I take too long to sign it?"

Wen Chan smiled and encouraged, "No, you have a great idea, and it's a good idea to do this. By the way, I saw that you also wrote a business plan for a service company. What is that for?"

At this point, Jiang Zihan's eyes lit up. "It's like this, Sister Wen, I've been dealing with foreigners lately, and I've noticed that many of them are unwilling to waste time doing housework, like tidying up, grocery shopping, hanging laundry, etc. Also, they don't know how to repair appliances or fix leaky toilets. My dad, my brother, and my sister-in-law have been helping them with a lot of chores lately and have earned some money. I think this might be a business opportunity. If we rent out a place and also offer these services, I believe many foreigners would be more interested."

This idea is interesting.

Wen Chan looked through the photos of the renovated house and the copy of the contract signed with the foreigner, a thoughtful look on her face.

She said, "It's worth considering. I think it has great potential in both Shanghai and Beijing. There will be a market for housekeeping services and plumbing repairs in the future. So, you can go back to Shanghai and try it out first, then give me a business plan. If it's suitable, the company will invest in your project."

Jiang Zihan was stunned. She didn't understand. "Sister Wen, I'm a little confused by what you're saying. What do you mean by 'voting'?"

Wen Chan was both amused and exasperated. "You're going to be your own boss? It's not me investing in you, it's the company investing in you."

Jiang Zihan was caught off guard by this unexpected windfall. She said, "But aren't I your assistant? If I do this, who will do your assistant's work?"

Wen Chan patted her shoulder, "You don't need to worry about that. I'll find someone for this job slowly. If you know anyone suitable, you can recommend them. They should have a simple family background and be smart."

Jiang Zihan subconsciously agreed.

The car stopped in front of a restaurant. Mr. and Mrs. Ye were treating everyone to dinner tonight. They heard that Jiang Zihan was coming back and said they wanted to give her a send-off. Chen Bozheng and Liu Yan also came along.

Actually, the most important thing about a dinner party isn't what you eat, but rather how you connect with others.

When Liu Yan saw Jiang Zihan, a look of surprise flashed across her eyes. Jiang Zihan was a bit darker and thinner than before, but her eyes were very bright, and her whole demeanor was completely different from that at the beginning of the year.

She held Jiang Zihan's hand and said, "Girl, I almost didn't recognize you."

Jiang Zihan laughed and said, "Sister, I almost didn't recognize you. I've heard that your autumn styles are selling very well. Even in Shanghai, many people are buying Sister Brand jeans. And let me tell you, there's a set of overalls with a yellow sweater that looks really cute."

Liu Yan smiled, pursing her lips, "This combination was suggested by Wen Chan. Speaking of which, just for her help, I should treat you to this meal today."

Zhao Dan quickly stopped Liu Yan: "Girl, how can you steal a treat? We agreed to treat you tonight, so don't go and pay the bill secretly."